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Alas, light pollution difficults the visage of stars. The stars that once etched themselves into my heart, nowadays nearly impossible to be seen. Yet we march to the beat of that very heart, onwards to the mountain lying down.
Alas, light pollution difficults the visage of stars. The stars that once etched themselves into my heart, nowadays nearly impossible to be seen. Yet we march to the beat of that very heart, onwards to the mountain lying down.